Competitive Men

"Hey, you lost the bet fair and square, man. You shouldn't have backed such a terrible team if you weren't prepared to walk the walk. Plus, it was you who suggested this forfeit, so you can't really complain," said Colin as he looked down at his friend's face past his already ragingly hard member.

"I guess, let's just get it over with. How many pumps was it again, 20?" Said Sebastian as he reluctantly reached towards his friend's already twitching member.

"It was 25 dude, and I want each stroke to go all the way up and down my length, or it doesn't count." Said Colin with a wide smirk as Sebastian finally wrapped his hand around Colin's length.

While he rolled his eyes at the suggestion, Sebastian did as instructed and began jerking off his friend with big long stokes. Colin immediately began moaning in pleasure at the hand job and by the tenth stroke his pole was already dripping with pre.

Not pausing in his rhythm of strokes, Sebastian let out a laugh at the sight of his friend's cock already dripping pre. "Dude," he said, "Are you really getting off just from this? If you're not careful, you're going to come right on my face and if that-."

Sebastian didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted when the first shot of Colin's load hit him directly in the face. Colin couldn't help but fire off his load the moment his friend had suggested it. Sebastian opened his mouth in surprise, but that only meant that even more of the second shot landed on his tongue.

While he was obviously surprised at having his face covered with his friend's load, Sebastian, to his credit, didn't pause his hand movements until he'd completed the full 25 strokes. Once he did, he finally released his friend's member from his hold, although his hand was still dripping with spunk.

"So what were you going to do if I came on your face?" Said Colin with a chuckle, once he'd come down from his release.

Sebastian, who seemed to have been in a bit of a daze ever since he'd had a taste of Colin's load and who'd also started ideally licking more of it up from around his lips, snapped back to attention at his friend's words.

"Umm, oh nothing man, it's cool." Sebastian said as spunk still dripped from his face as he talked. He then, seemingly completely, changed the subject. "Hey, when's the next round? I'm thinking about going all in on them making a comeback."

Colin knew there was no chance in hell of the team who had just lost making that sort of improvement by the next game, but he suspected that was exactly what Sebastian was counting on.

Any worries they'd had about it were banished however, when they caught Kev and his future father-in-law alone together in a dark corner of the club with their asses hanging out and their tongues down each other's throats. It seems the father of the bride is ok with the groom straying the night before the wedding as long as he gets to join in.

Luckily he didn't have a negative reaction; if anything, he seemed overly enthusiastic about getting to share a house with you, with him going on and on about how he'd apparently always wanted to try living with a queer but he'd not known how to go about setting it up. You weren't sure what he'd meant by that exactly, but not wanting to rock the boat after he'd taken the unexpected revelation so well, you'd simply smiled back and half-jokingly said that as it was getting late, you'd give him a crash course on living with a queer once you'd had some sleep.

Upon hearing that, he'd beamed a smile at you and said he understood and that he'd see you first thing tomorrow to get started. He'd then marched himself off to bed, seemingly keen on tomorrow coming as quickly as possible. Confused but too tired to give it much thought, you went straight to bed yourself, with your last thoughts before you fell asleep being about what your new roommate could possibly want from you first thing in the morning.

You found out how literal he meant first thing tomorrow when you woke up to find your roommate standing by your bed, right by your head. As soon as he saw that you were awake, he wasted no time in pulling down his pants to reveal his already hard cock. "Morning, roomie! Sorry for sneaking in, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I've been reading online all about how good gay guys are at giving head and how willing they are to take any cock all night, and I'm about to bust! So you best get started before I make a mess all over your bed." He'd said with a grin while giving his hard cock a flick with his hand, causing it to wobble back and forth right in front of your face.

If he weren't dangling his thick meat right in front of your face and you weren't able to smell the thick, pungent musk coming from it, perhaps you would have had enough self-control to reject him. To correct him on his ignorance and politely but firmly tell him that you weren't some slut who'd just suck off any random straight guy who showed you his cock just because you were a gay man. And that even if you had that type of guy, you were actually in a serious long-term exclusive relationship with a loving partner whom you wouldn't just cheat on at the drop of a hat.

In actual fact, however, you didn't even give your partner a second thought. As soon as you saw and smelled the thick meat in front of you, all you could do was open up your drooling mouth wide enough to let your roommate feed his member into it. True to his word, your roommate didn't last long, with him filling your mouth with his load in no time at all as he roared about how good it felt wrapped around him.

The quick release didn't bother you much, not when he suggested that you and he could spend the day in the house together getting to know each other. You lost count of the number of loads you got out of him that day. You at least found out the soundproofing was very good, as surely the neighbors would have complained about how loudly your roommate was moaning about how your mouth was the best he'd ever had and that he should have moved in with a queer ages ago.

Both men love their wives well enough, but Denis never comes harder than when it's his friend who's sucking his cock dry, and Palmer has been obsessed with worshipping Denis's cock ever since the first time he'd been dared to do so when they'd both been newly married to their wives and sharing a cigar between them for the first time.

It had all started with an agreement the two friends had made back in their university days. Back then they'd agreed that they'd always put their friendship over any girl. Bros before hoes, as it were. However, at the time, they'd both been worried that the other wouldn't be able to resist the allure of a woman offering up a tight wet hole that could end up breaking up their friendship.

So they'd hatched a plan to ensure that they'd always be closer with each other compared to any chick that came into their lives by adding tight wet holes to their friendship. Whenever either of them wants to progress their relationships with their girlfriends, they have to get the others permission. And the only way either of them will do that is by getting the other to worship their cock until they agree.

When Igor first joined the gym, however, he took a very different approach to being eye-fucked by his fellow gym user. He'd caught Gary red handed staring at and drooling over Igor's fat ass instead of pumping weights as he was supposed to be doing. Without shame, Igor loudly asked Gary, "You like looking at asses? You want closer look, yes?"

As some of the other gym users sniggered at Gary being called out on his behaviour, Gary splattered his indignation at the accusation all while insisting that he was a straight family man who only had eyes for his wife. Which were the same old excuses he'd always given.

Igor wasn't taking any of it, though. "Such lies. Here, let me give you a close up, maybe then you'll be more truthful." He'd rumbled before stepping over Gary's head and planting his sweaty ass right on Gary's face. Gary didn't have enough time to react, and so any potential objections were completely smothered under Igor's fat cheeks.

The sounds that definitely weren't smothered by Igor's fat ass were the roars of laughter of the rest of the gym goers as they saw Igor finally put Gary in his place. The laughter only grew louder when they spotted that Gary had a raging hard on in his gym shorts from having his face buried under Igor's glutes. Igor calling out, "See, he likes it", only encouraged them more, and soon they were joking with each other that they wanted to have a turn rubbing their asses over Gary's face once Igor was finished with him.

Things only grew more awkward when I walked into my host's room one day while he was in the middle of a gaming session only to discover that he liked to play while entirely in the buff. Which at least explained why he'd never had his cam on when he'd played against my bro before. I tried stammering an apology for walking in on him unannounced, but I couldn't help but stare directly at his hung cock that he was holding his controller right next to.

Once he caught on to what I was looking at, he muted his mic and then smirked before asking me if I was interested in helping him out, as he apparently gamed a lot better when his cock was getting taken care of by a cocksucker under his desk and he'd been on a losing streak against my brother ever since his last girlfriend had dumped him. The only reason I hesitated for a moment was not wanting to betray my bro by helping out his opponent, but one twitch of my host's cock quickly killed my reluctance.

It was only after Ben agreed to the deal that he found out that it wouldn't be him doing the fucking, but it would instead be him who'd be getting his ass pounded open. Still, he couldn't face his wife finding out and almost certainly leaving him, so he'd gritted his teeth and said he could take it. But as soon as his brother-in-law's cock began working its way into Ben's previously untouched asshole, Ben began to realize he'd made a big mistake, especially as Ben's brother-in-law had turned out to be a lot more well endowed than Ben had been expecting. Ben's brother-in-law didn't let Ben ease into taking it either, as he'd immediately started ramming his cock in and out of Ben's hole.

When you'd tried to make excuses by implying that the problem was that your boyfriend just didn't like getting off from having his ass fucked, he'd shot back that it definitely wasn't that, as his ex had managed to get him to come from fucking his ass almost every day. Not taking your boyfriend comparing you directly to his ex well, you'd sarcastically retorted that perhaps your boyfriend should have his ex over to teach you how to fuck your boyfriend properly if he was so great at it.

With just as much venom, your boyfriend had replied that perhaps he would, as while his ex had been an unfaithful prick, he'd at least known how to fuck. You'd stormed out after that, and for the next few days you and your boyfriend gave each other the silent treatment, but you hadn't thought he'd been serious about his threat until you'd walked into your apartment a few days later after a long day of work to find your boyfriend on your bed being pounded from behind by his ex.

Your boyfriend was too busy moaning and groaning about how amazing his ex's cock was as it rammed open his hole to even look at you, but his ex raised his head to look you directly in the eye. Not slowing in the slightest as he stared you down, your ex's boyfriend simply kicked up his thrusts a notch and really let your boyfriend have it.

Your boyfriend really started wailing for it then and began nearly incoherently begging his ex to breed his hole with his load. Having always bagged it up when you'd fucked your boyfriend, you nervously asked the man currently fucking your boyfriend if he was gonna cum in him. Your boyfriend's ex had replied with a snarled "yeah" and had then told you to watch and learn like a good cuck. Your boyfriend reacted by announcing that he was about to come, and so he did all over your bed with his ex filling your boyfriend's hole with his load not a moment later.

I'd thought that would be the end of things, but not even half an hour later, I received a pic alongside a message from an unknown number, which, as soon as I opened it, I realized was from my roommate's dad. His dad was only wearing a jockstrap in the photo, with him showing off his ass in what was obviously our dorm room mirror.

If the photo alone didn't clue me in about what he was asking for, the accompanying messages certainly did. "Hey stud, I managed to get rid of my son for the next few hours. If you want to spend them breeding my daddy hole in his bed, then get back here ASAP. Otherwise I'll be opening up the door to the corridor, and I'll be giving it up for the first stud who walks on by and wants a piece of it."

Needless to say I raced back to my dorm in record time and found my roommate's dad in exactly the same position as in the photo. I didn't waste any time and immediately shoved him over my roommate's bed and freed my already raging cock from out of my shorts. I knew as soon as I shoved my cock up his hole that I was dealing with an experienced hole as he took my impressive girth with hardly a whimper. I then did exactly as he'd promised by rutting into and seeding his hole twice for the next few hours before my roommate returned.

"Yes, that's right; he did approach me about taking on more work. Am I right in thinking you're the one behind him asking for such? You are? Well, thank you so much. I'm not sure your husband would have accepted the exact type of work I'm giving him right now if he weren't utterly desperate, so thank you for persuading him to push himself. I'm reaping the rewards more than you could know."

"Might I ask why you and your husband are in such need? Oh, you're going to be starting a family soon? Well, fuck me, I'm honestly quite surprised. Why? Oh, let's just say that I can't really picture your husband being much of a father. I don't intend any offence to you, of course; it's just from my current perspective of him, I can't imagine your husband being particularly suited for such a role."

"You want to speak to your husband now? I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment; he's in the middle of processing an incredibly important package, and I'm sure all he'd be able to convey to you through the phone would be his loud moaning about what I'm giving him. So don't worry yourself; I'm taking good care of him until I send him back to you. I might even leave him with an extra treat for the both of you, although knowing him, he might get rid of it before you see it, so you'll just have to trust me."

The usual types who visited Charlie's favorite spot were anonymous truckers and other such travelers who simply wished to release a load before getting on the road again and whom Charlie would almost certainly never see again, but Charlie was too addicted to taking any cock presented to him to even consider refusing one, even if it was from someone who almost certainly recognized him.

That's how a slowly growing group of regulars had started to form, who knew Charlie both as the upstanding family man he presented himself to the world as and as the greedy slut he was in the gas station stall. The first had been one of his neighbors, who had his own wife at home but wasn't about to say no to dumping a load in his neighbor's gagging mouth. Then it'd been one of Charlie's wife's coworkers, who got off on fucking Charlie's mouth right after a long day working alongside Charlie's wife, whom the coworker in question couldn't stand.

After that, it had been one of the teachers that Charlie had recently met with at a parent teacher conference. The teacher in question was tired of having to constantly take shit from parents and not being able to fire back, so getting to ram his cock down the throat of at least one of them went a long way to keep him sane.

Marshall had flushed red in embarrassment at the humiliating insult, which got even worse when instead of reprimanding his player for insulting Marshall, the coach had actually joined in with the laughter and said that if that's how the team wanted to use their new teammate, then he didn't have any objections as long as it didn't interfere with training. Before Marshall could recover from his shock at the coach's words and raise his objections to their casual bigotry, the coach had blown his whistle and ordered the players to the field to run drills.

Marshall spent the entire practice trying to keep his head down all while hoping that the whole thing would just turn out to be a one-off distasteful joke. He wasn't that hopeful, though, as the rest of his teammates spent most of their practice shooting him smug looks while openly announcing how hot and sweaty they were getting, especially between their ass cheeks.

When practice finally ended, Marshall was the first one in the locker room, as he hoped that if he were quick at getting changed, he'd avoid any of his teammates bothering him. Unfortunately for him, that proved to be a falsely optimistic hope, as as soon as the team captain had entered the locker room, he'd made a beeline straight over to the bench where Marshall was sitting getting changed.

Without even a word to Marshall, the football captain lowered his shorts to expose his fat ass and then turned his lower half to point it directly at Marshall's face. Before he could react, the fat ass was being shoved directly in his face, causing him to fall back onto the bench. Marshall didn't have enough time to even attempt to force himself back upright before the captain had sat his ass down directly onto Marshall's face, smothering him with his massive glutes.

Marshall tried to force himself up to escape while also trying to open his mouth to voice his protests at his treatment, but all that accomplished was to force his face deeper into the captain's ass cheeks while also making him breath in the musky smell of the captain's sweaty ass.

Perhaps the captain would have only tormented Marshall for a moment before freeing him from being pinned down by his ass if it wasn't for the immediate bulge that sprang to life in Marshall's pants the moment he breathed in the scent of the captain's post workout ass. As soon as the captain had noticed, he'd loudly pointed it out to the rest of the team who'd been gathering around to watch the scene of Marshall being put in his place.

After seeing the rock hard bulge in his pants, there was little doubt from the rest of the team that Marshall could want anything more than to clean their assholes with his tongue. By then Marshall had realized that he wasn't going to be freed from the captain's pin until he'd done what was expected of him, so he'd reluctantly given in and thrust his tongue out and began lapping at the captain's hole.

Of course, once the captain had had his hole cleaned to his satisfaction by Marshall's writhing tongue, nearly every other player wanted the same service from him, which led to Marshall being stuck lying on the bench until he'd worked his way through cleaning all of his new teammates' sweaty and often hairy holes.

When Bill had shown up at the gay couple's apartment to make his request, he'd started out by simply asking them politely to give up their slot. The two queers had openly laughed in his face, with them saying that there was no way they'd be postponing the celebration of their love just so a straight couple could get married in their place. Feeling his frustration rise at their frank dismissal of his proposal, Bill had changed his offer by offering to pay them twice the booking rate to give up their slot.

Again, the gay couple rudely rejected his proposal and even got offended by Bill's suggesting they could be paid off, with them saying that they weren't a pair of whores. His anger rising further at their uppity attitudes, Bill had snapped that it wasn't like their love was real compared to Bill's and his fiancée's love, as obviously the two queers would inevitably start cheating on each other by sucking other guys' cocks almost as soon as they got married, if they weren't already.

The couple had forcefully rejected Bill's accusation, with them angrily replying that there was no way that either one of them would ever stray from the other. Thoroughly fed up with the couple, Bill decided to put that assertion to the test. Standing up suddenly across from them, Bill began rapidly stripping his clothes, which shut the couple right up as they were struck dumb by the sight of the straight guy undressing before them.

Once he was bare chested and had his pants around his ankles, exposing his cock and ass to the now gawking couple, Bill had sneered at them that if they gave up their slot right then and there, then he'd let them worship him until he shot his load, with the first one to cave getting to suck his cock while the second one got to eat his ass.

It was a close run thing, but the red haired queer managed to throw himself on his knees in submission before Bill just a fraction of a second before his lover did, meaning that he got to suck down Bill's rapidly hardening cock while his lover had to content himself with rimming Bill's asshole, although he didn't seem too upset about it.

When Keith had confronted Gary with his concerns, Gary had smugly insisted that he'd be able to resist any temptation presented to him for his girlfriend's sake, as while he, as he crudely put it, enjoyed being fucked by a fat cock in the past, he now loved his girlfriend enough to give it up.

Keith hadn't believed the smug prick in the slightest and so decided to test Gary's resolve by shoving him onto the table, stripping him of his clothes and then ramming his own fat cock up Gary's fat ass. Any reluctance Gary had to his potential future father-in-law's claiming of his hole quickly melted away as the fat cock pounding his prostate reduced him to nothing more than a whimpering mess.

Sure enough, I was right, and Dean, Bill's boyfriend and my best friend, walked into view. Seeing the both of us there, me on the bench panting, Bill turned away to hide his bulging crotch from view; it's amazing he didn't immediately suspect something. Instead, Dean gave us one of his signature wide and trusting, beaming smiles. "There you two are! Sorry I'm late; I decided to come in my workout gear last minute, and then traffic was a nightmare." He said, as obviously to what he'd nearly walked in on as ever.

"Don't sweat it, babe; we were just getting changed ourselves." Said Bill, who still had his crotch pointed away and was also panting and dripping with sweat. It's amazing that even a stupid cuck like Dean didn't pick up on anything being amiss, but to ensure he didn't, I chimed in.

"Yeah, bro, no sweat. Why don't you get started with your workout, and we'll get finished up here and join you in a bit." I said with a smile, hyperaware that at any moment my best friend might notice my wet lips or the spit trickling down my chin.

Dean, however, proved as clueless as ever. "Great idea, man! I'll get started on the weights while you two finish. Don't take too long, though. I'll need one of you to spot me." He said as he stored his after workout clothes in a locker before turning and walking through the door to the gym.

Almost as soon as the door to the gym room had closed behind Dean, I immediately fell to my knees again in anticipation of Dean's boyfriend giving me his cock, and sure enough, Bill had immediately turned back towards me, freed his still rock hard member from his shorts, and fed it back into my awaiting mouth.

As I took his cock fully into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down on it, Bill groaned and cursed. "Fucking hell, dude, you're such a better cocksucker than him; it's fucking unreal." He said as he met my sucking by thrusting his cock in and out of my throat.

Shooting him with a smirk as I briefly come off his cock to take a breath, I replied, "That's what all his boyfriends say," before diving right back onto it, taking him down my throat until his pubes were tickling my nose. That was all too much for Bill to handle, and with a roar so loud I was sure Dean must have heard, he shot rope after rope of his load down my gullet, which I enthusiasticly swallowed down.

Once we'd cleaned ourselves up, gotten changed, and made out for a bit, we walked into the gym, both convinced that we were about to be confronted by Dean, as he surely must have heard us. Instead, we were greeted by the sight of Dean mid-workout, earbuds in, oblivious to the world. Noticing us in the entranceway, he shot us a smile, not stopping his workout or pausing the music playing in his ears.

It's the least I can do to show him my appreciation for him inviting me into his home by pulling down his bulging speedo and diving onto his fat cock and taking it down my throat. I've gotten pretty good at holding my breath as I work his cock further down my throat so that I can even do it under water, which is pretty handy when my father is constantly poking his head over the wall to have a chat with Mr Gordon.